Chapter Forty-Three

Aunt Maureen stood by the window in the kitchen, looking at the nothingness going on in the backyard. Emily cleared her throat, and her aunt turned around at the sound. She glanced down at the letter in Emily’s hand, then looked back up at her with a curious expression on her face.

Emily waved the piece of paper she was holding. “So, I read it.” She rubbed her hand over her face and brushed back the hair from her eyes.

Her aunt nodded. “And?” It seemed she was questioning Emily about its contents instead of the other way around.

Emily shrugged. “I don’t know what to make of any of it. It’s either you both had serious mental issues, or there’s more out there than I actually know about.”

Aunt Maureen had a slight smile on her face. “Well, I’m sure my physician and employees can assure you that I don’t have any type of mental problems that would cause me to create such a story.&rdq